"Hey, Ginger!" Ginger turned around to find out who had called her. It was Benson. and he was running torwards her. "What's wrong?" Ginger tilted her head in confusion. "Oh, nothing's wrong. I found this abandoned stage full of old props and costumes and whatnot. Wanna check it out?" "Seriously? I Amore old theather stuff! HFG! te gotta come with us!" Benson's smile faded away. "Nah. I've been their before. te two go ahead." "Oh, then, well okay. I'll see te later." Ginger detto sadly. "See te later, Ginger!" Ginger got in the golf carrello with Benson and they drove off. Their was a long silence before anyone spoke. "So, Ginger! Do you... Have any plans this Friday?" Benson asked. "Oh, actually, yes. HFG-" "Oh, uh, then... Never mind." Benson detto looking dissapointed. "Why did te ask if I had plans this Friday?" Ginger asked. "Oh, just forget it." Ginger thought of something to say to cheer Benson up. "Hey, did te watch tosh.o last week?" Ginger detto with a smile. Benson laughed. "Yeah, I did! That brightened my giorno up! I Amore y- uh, that show!"
TO BE CONTINUED...